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Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?
For these red lips with all their mournful pride
Mournful that no new wonder may betide
Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam
And Usna's children died
We and the labouring world are passing by
Amid men's souls that waver and give place
Like the pale waters in their wintry race
Under the passing stars form of the sky
Lives on this lonely face
Bow down, archangels, in your dim abode
Before you were, or any hearts to beat
Weary and kind one lingered by His seat
He made the world to be a grassy road
Before her wandering feet